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I looked back at pale ovals framed in the elongated oval of the car's rear window.
I felt that he looked at me coldly and appraisingly and seemed to be uncertain what his attitude towards me should be, but he did not say one word which might indicate that he had been told of advances to his wife.
I looked.
I looked with revulsion at the legs.
When I mentioned that for my first long voyage I did not even have the money for the return fare, but had trusted to luck that I would earn a sufficient amount, the young people looked at me doubtingly.
I looked unceasingly With my cold mind and with my burning heart ''.
As I got off the trolley at Kehl bridge the next morning, I was met by what looked like 5,000 students, some of whom were carrying sticks apparently for the coming `` battle '' with the police.
Alarmed by this display of weapons, I looked toward the bridge and there saw, stretched across the near side, a cordon of policemen, their bicycles forming a roadblock before which stood several French officers in uniform and a small waspish man in a brown derby.
I looked from her to him.
The young banker looked at him with a certain surprise, and then he said flatly: `` I'm afraid I can't tell you anything in particular about Kent House.
`` Finally, all I needed was to throw a little piece of red wood that looked like a firecracker and that dumb dog would run ki-yi-ing for his life ''.
With my gray hair and my weatherbeaten countenance I certainly looked the honest working stiff.
She'd found one and she hadn't said a word while Big Hans and I had hunted and hunted as we always did all winter, every winter since the spring that Hans had come and I had looked in the privy and found the first one.
I looked over their faces and felt a twinge: they all looked so much more knowing than I.
I looked away.
I looked for Jessica to materialize out of the clogging, curdling crowd and, as the time passed and I waited, a fiend came to life beside me and whispered in my ear: How was I planning to greet Jessica??

I and at
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Gray Eyes rushing at me with a knife.
Next to him was a young boy I was sure had sat near me at one of the trading sessions.
I was nearly thirty at the time.
I would turn away from my writing in the hope of getting a good look at them but I never quite succeeded.
They, and the two large fans which I could dimly see as daylight filtered through their vents, down at the far end of the hall, could be turned on by a master switch situated inside the office.
By counting the number of stalls and urinals I attempted to form a loose estimate of how many men the hall would hold at one time.
I could observe the two fans down at the end, but their size in themselves meant nothing to me as long as I had no measure of comparison.
No sooner would I turn my head away from the counter before he would address me, at times quite sharply, in order to bring back my attention.
I felt strongly attached to the hall, however, and hardly a day passed when I did not go to look at it from a distance.
My future lay solely with the hall, yet what did I know about the hall at this point??
I was at once disappointed, although just what I had expected him to look like I could not have explained.
What sort of men I would come into contact with, at the hall??
This desire, I went on, growing voluble as my conviction was aroused, had mounted at such a rate recently that I now found its realization necessary not only to my physical but also to my spiritual wellbeing.
I would have foregone my romantic chances rather than leave a friend sweltering and dusty and -- Well, at least I wouldn't have shouted back a taunt.
I was again in motion and at a speed which belied the truck's similarity to Senor X's Ford turtle.
At once my ears were drowned by a flow of what I took to be Spanish, but -- the driver's white teeth flashing at me, the road wildly veering beyond his glistening hair, beyond his gesticulating bottle -- it could have been the purest Oxford English I was half hearing ; ;

I and my
`` I don't have many strays coming to my front door '', he said.
`` All my life '', he said, `` I tried.
`` I hate to leave my garden '', Gavin said.
I loved my garden ''.
`` I never felt better in my life '', Fiske blustered.
In the brief moment I had to talk to them before I took my post on the ring of defenses, I indicated I was sickened by the methods men employed to live and trade on the river.
I could see them in my sights.
I found his chest in my sights.
At the last second I dropped my sights from the bare chest and bright red circle to the chest of his pony.
In my sights I watched him looming bigger and bigger.
Such was my state of mind that I did not question the possibility of this ; ;
Now, here was something of obvious importance to me, yet when I reached for the tickets he snatched them away from my hand.
I withdrew my hand.
Having nothing else to do except wait for my forms to be processed, I gave myself over to speculations concerning the hall itself.
For although I had crossed a corner of the hall on my way to the toilet I still could not tell for sure how far to the rear the darkness extended.
This light did not penetrate very far back into the hall, and my eyes were hindered rather than aided by the dim daylight entering through the fan vents when I tried to pick out whatever might be lying, or squatting, on the floor below.

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